Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 11:04:49 EDT From: William Watts Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 7 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 7 - A time for peace, hope and especially love. January 2000 Finding the perfect Christmas gift for David was my sole obsession for the next month. I had to find just the right present to express my love and commitment. I searched and searched; window shopping, looking down aisle after aisle of store merchandise, watching hour after hour of those shopping channels and I still didn't have the faintest idea of what to get him. Time was growing short, as Christmas was the following week, and I was still at a loss for an idea. The harder I thought about it, the farther away I seemed to get from any appropriate suggestion. I was pulling my hair out and nearly ready to scream when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Billy, it's me. Look, I want to discuss Christmas." Oh, great. Here I am without even a small thought about what to get him and he wants to confirm his plans. "Yeah, what do you want to talk about?" "Don't sound so enthused." "Sorry, I was just trying to solve a problem. Nothing serious." "Good. Look, Christmas is on Thursday and Dad wants me to go with him to Connecticut to see my grandparents." Oh, no! Our Christmas is going to be in ruins. "Well, he wants to leave on Wednesday and return on Sunday. I don't really want to go but I don't think my dad is going to give in on this one. Don't worry, though, we'll have the whole next week and we'll have New Year's Eve together because my dad has other plans, plans that don't include me. Will that be alright with you?" I was still thinking about all that he just told me and I couldn't respond. "Billy! Billy! Answer me. I know this isn't what you wanted. It's not what I wanted either but I'm being outranked on this. I'll make it up to you. I promise. Please, please, speak to me. Tell me it's okay. Tell me that you still love me. Please, Billy." "I'm okay, really. I was just thinking it over. I do love you, David, and the next week will be just fine. Have a good time at your grandparents and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just have a good time and I'll count the hours until you return." "Thanks for being so supportive. It means a lot to me to know that you understand my situation. I promise I'll make it up to you. Really, I will." "You can count on that because I'll make sure that you do. I'll see you at school before you leave. I love you, hot stuff. I just don't have to worry about that happening to me because I live with my grandparents. Who knows? If I didn't live with them, it might be me calling you to explain a similar situation." "Everything you do and say only makes me love you more. Thanks, again, and I'll see you on Monday. See you in my dreams, cannon boy." Wow! He still remembers that first time when he said I shot like a cannon. Man, he's so special. I stood there, just holding the receiver in my hand, when mom came in and asked me to run a little errand for her. "Honey. When your done on the phone, would you mind running down to the drug store and picking up a couple of things for me? Your grandfather has driven over to visit one of his friends who are in the hospital and I don't think he'll be back until after the store closes. " "Sure, mom. No problem. It will be nice to get out of the house for a while." "Thanks, honey. Here's my list and here's the money. There should be a couple of dollars left over so you can get a little something for yourself." I kissed my mom, got my bike and left for the store. One of the things that my mom needed was a prescription and the pharmacist said it would take about twenty minutes for him to fill it. Instead of just waiting, I went and got the other things that she needed and then I just started walking around the store. That's when I saw it. That's when it came to me that I had finally found my perfect gift, at least part of it, for David. I grabbed the item from the shelf, headed back to the pharmacy to get the prescription and then I paid for everything. I couldn't believe it. After all of the time that I spent looking for the perfect gift, I go and find it by accident while running an errand for my mother. I guess that I'll have to thank her for sending me in the first place. I was so excited on the way home, planning how I would present this special present. Before I reached our door, I had all of the details worked out in my head. This was going to be great. Not only was it an ideal surprise but I could also honor David's request and not spend a lot of money on him. He was going to love this and I just knew it. Now I'm going to have to control myself until the day we exchange our presents. The week of Christmas dragged slowly, except for Christmas day. I really did have a nice time with my family and everyone was so happy. I only had to hold out a few more days until my lover returned. It would be hard but I was determined to do it. We agreed that I would come to his house the Monday after Christmas and mom and grandpa had already given me permission to stay until the day after New Year's. New Year's Day was on a Thursday so we wouldn't go back to school until the following Monday. That would give us from Monday morning until Friday afternoon to make up for the time we had been apart. David also promised me that I would get to meet his father sometime during that week. Wow, this was going to be great! Monday finally arrived. I had already packed all the things I was going to need and David's Christmas present into my backpack. I threw the satchel over my arms, jumped onto my bike and pedaled as fast as was possible. I literally flew to my lover's side, anticipating his reaction to my special gift. As I pulled my bike into his driveway, the door opened and David came running out to greet me. "Man, did I miss you. Get in here so we can talk or whatever." "I think I prefer the whatever." He grinned at me, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into his house. We went straight to his room, as some of the domestic help would be working daily over the holidays, and we opted for the solitude of his private quarters. As soon as the door closed behind us, David embraced me and smothered me in kisses. "Hey, big boy, don't forget to lock the door," I whispered into his ear. "Yeah, right. We don't want any uninvited guests wandering into our party now, do we?" "Oh, you've got a party planned. Who's invited?" "Just you and me. This is a very small, intimate affair." "Speak for yourself, Bud. I'm not bringing any 'very small' things into this affair." "Yeah, yeah. The last time I looked, yours was smaller than mine." "Oh, your one of those, are you?" I commented, faking a hurt expression on my face. "I guess that I'll have to show you what you get for spying on other people." "I'd love to oblige you but we haven't got time. At least not now we don't. I want to give you a little something I found. Something you might enjoy." "Well, you probably found it in your pants, right where it has always been, but I'm still looking forward to getting it." "No, dummy. I'm talking about a little Christmas gift I bought for you. Don't jerk around and spoil the moment." "Sorry. You know I can resist playing off of you.or on you.or with you, for that matter." "Enough." David reached into one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a small, elaborately wrapped box and handed it to me. "Merry Christmas to a bad little boy from his Santa Claus." I hesitantly unwrapped the package, unsure if I wanted to destroy the beautiful wrapping job, and I found a small jewelry box. My hands started to tremble because it looked like it was from one of those real expensive jewelry stores. I lifted the lid and found a thin gold chain that had two small, golden charms dangling from it. I looked carefully at the charms and they appeared to be identical, both of some ancient man carrying a clay-type jug. Each one was inlaid with a purple stone. "If you're wondering, those are our zodiac signs. We're both Aquarius, the water carrier. The small stone is an Amethyst, our birthstone. When you wear this around you neck it will allow both of our signs to be nestled close to your heart, a place where I always want to stay. I had an identical chain made for me, so I could do the same." With that, he reached under his shirt and withdrew his chain to confirm what he had just told me. I was very nearly in tears by the time he finished and I threw my arms around him and squeezed him for all he was worth. "I love the present but I can't accept it. You spent far too much money for it and I would feel guilty. You told me not to spend a lot on you and I honored your request. All though it comes from the heart, my gift pales next to yours." "Never. The money's not important thing, it's the thought. I could spend a lot of money on you because my dad has a lot of money. You don't. You will accept this from me and I know I will treasure your gift as much I think you will treasure mine." I hugged him again and started kissing his entire face. God, how could one small boy make me so happy and how could I have been so lucky as to find him. Maybe God does love me and, if I do say so myself, he has a wonderful way of showing it. I knew it was now time to produce my small offering. I grabbed my backpack and reached into it, extracting a small, hastily wrapped package. I handed it David. He ripped the paper to get to his prize, looked at it quizzically and then looked at me. "It's only the first part of your present." I explained to him. "The second part is what you've wanted for a long time." He looked more confused now than before as he concentrated on my words. Then, as if a light bulb had been turned on in his head, he smiled a wicked smile and spoke. "You mean.?" "That's exactly what I mean," I said before he could finish. "I've decided that I want you to make love to me." David started jumping around like a kid in a candy store. If you think about it, it was pretty much the same thing. He was going to get the treat that he desired the most. He grabbed my arms and pulled me toward him before he began to hug me with all of the enthusiasm that he could muster. He kept thanking me over and over again, to the point of sheer annoyance. I guess that I was right and this was the perfect gift for him. I started undressing, trying to make it look more like a striptease for David, until I shed my last article of clothing, my briefs. I walked over to where he stood and I started undressing him, savoring every second of it and making sure that he enjoyed it too. When I, finally, had David as naked as the day he was born, I pulled him onto the bed and whispered "Merry Christmas" into his ear. I attacked his body like a hungry dog, licking and sucking every surface in sight. David was doing the same to me, when I reached for the bottle of baby oil that David had just unwrapped. I opened the cap and poured a generous amount in David's hand and then more into mine. "I'll lube the piston while you grease the crankcase," I said to him, hoping he understood. He did. I guess I didn't really have to worry about that. When we were both slicked up, I gave him the command. "Okay, sucker. Assume the position." "Which position?" I thought for a moment before I realized that there was more than one way to do the deed, as we witnessed via the pictures on the net. I made my choice and then got ready. I lie on my back in the middle of the bed and I slid a pillow under my butt, to make it easier for him to enter. I pulled my knees back to my chest and then I looked pleadingly at my lover. I wanted to witness every second of this special time and I wanted to see everything he was doing and every expression that would cross his face. "You know which position now?" I asked him jokingly. I didn't have to say any more. David sprang up in front of me and started to probe my rectum with the oily fingers he used before. First he used one, then two and, finally, three digits to loosen my chute. I knew I was ready now and I told him so. "I'm not going to get any looser than this. Do it now, I want to feel you inside of me." David moved his stiff penis up to my hole and lined it up with my opening. Slowly, he pushed his rod against my puckered hole until the head finally popped past the muscular ring and slipped into my virgin rectum. I moaned slightly, more in pleasure than in pain, but David froze in place until I signaled him to continue. After receiving my reassurance that he was not hurting me, he pushed his boner steadily forward and into my love tunnel until his soft, curly pubic hairs were gently brushing against my butt cheeks. He paused briefly, I'm not sure if it was to give me time to adjust or to give him an opportunity to enjoy the sensation of the soft lining of my insides tightly squeezing his tube of masculinity. "Man, that sure is tight," David uttered breathlessly. "Neither of us ever gripped my pecker that hard before but boy does it feel good. Are you sure that your ready?" "I am ready but pecker? When did you start calling it that?" "Guess that's it just something I picked up while visiting my grandfather. One night he was joking with me and he asked me if I ever played with my pecker." We both laughed. "Don't forget what your doing, big boy. Ram that hot pecker into me and make me feel it. Move it." David started sliding his hard boyhood in and out of my hole. He brought it back until only the head remained in me and then he would shove the shaft back in as far as it would go. He kept up a nice, slow, steady rhythm and it felt wonderful. "Faster! Harder," I cried in delight. "Let me savor everything you have to offer." David not only picked up his pace but his breathing got deeper and more intense. Then he started to moan, little deep growls, which soon turned into screams of pleasure. He was going like a madman now, attacking my butt with an urgency that neither of us had ever known before. He made that final thrust, pushing that hot poker in as deeply as possible, before he gave up his seed. Suddenly, my intestines were flooded with a fireworks display of hot boy juice. David threw his head back, his body jerking with every powerful load he shot into me, and he cried out in pure joy. He made so much noise that I began to worry that one of the staff might try to break into the room to discover the source of the disturbance, but David began to calm down as the last of his load filled my tunnel of love. When David shot his first load into me, it triggered a reaction from deep within my body and sent me over the edge as well. As his second and third blasts exploded into me, my own penis sprang to life, unleashing it's own torrent of love juices. My hose sprayed over both of us and my load formed a seal between us when David's spent torso collapsed onto mine. We lay like this until David began to stir and, slowly, returned to the world around him. Now, he kissed me greedily and I responded in like fashion with him. Two young men, so much in love, reveling in the sensations of the greatest act of love two people can share. "I know that it always seems like I say the same thing but I really mean it. It just keeps getting better and better. Thank you, so much. No one has ever given me a present with so much love and so much concern that I would like it. I love you, Billy. I have for months. I do today and I will tomorrow and all of the tomorrows that follow that. You are the single, greatest thing I have ever known or that has ever touched my life. Even though you didn't spend much money to give your gift to me, I would have gladly given all of mine and my father's wealth to enjoy such incredible joy." He kissed me once more and, then, moved beside me before he pulled me tightly into him, letting me enjoy his tender, loving embrace. We didn't do anything more that day but, over the days that followed, we kept switching from the giving to receiving ends and we experimented with every position that we had learned about in the stories. We cemented our love in every possible way, trying to please our partner with any and every move we made. This was the first year I can remember where I really felt the true meaning of Christmas, where the giving was far more important that the receiving. That is to say, the giving of love and pleasure to David was more satisfying than any of the material things that came my way. New Year's wasn't so bad either. I, finally, got to meet David's dad. Although the introduction was short and sweet, he seemed to be a nice guy. I planned to try to get to know him real well, so he would accept me as part of the family. If I wanted to spend some of my weekend time with David, I saw that I would have to win him over to make that possible. I guess I don't have to tell you how we rang in the New Year, either. We did take a break long enough to make our New Year's Resolution. We pledged that we were going to make the coming year the best year of our young lives. Then we vowed that every year, after that, would just be better than the one that preceded it. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.